Chapter 3 He Had No Feelings For Her

Kayson was making his way to his car while carrying Annette in his arms.

Miriam's face was still wet from crying, her hair was messy, and her clothes were disheveled and covered in dirt. When she raised her head and saw him, she froze. Her mind seemed to go blank.

Kayson saw the injured woman sitting on the ground.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. It was the first time he had seen her look so fragile and helpless. Her sorrowful eyes were glistening with tears as she peered back at him. It felt like she was gazing at the deepest part of his heart.

He felt a strange sensation when he looked at her.

The closer he got to her, the slower his steps became. It was like a dreamlike trance came over him as he looked into her eyes, rendering him unable to move.

He stopped nearly in front of Miriam.

His eyes lowered to look at her sitting at the end of the slope. His throat tightened as he tried to think of something to say.

"Kayson..." Annette shifted slightly in his arms, a pained groan escaping her lips. "My head hurts. Kayson, it hurts..."

Her weak voice drew Kayson's attention back to her. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked away, quickening his pace toward the car.

Annette's life was more important than worrying about divorcing Miriam right now. He had vowed not to let anything happen to Annette ever again, and he didn't intend to break it now.

Withdrawing his gaze, he swiftly turned away from Miriam and lowered his head to whisper to Annette, "Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital. You'll be fine."

Miriam's eyes widened as she watched Kayson leave. She did not think her heart could break any further. Her lip trembled slightly, and tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes.

What was she hoping to happen just now?

She should've known, more than anything, Annette was the most important woman in his heart.

Miriam felt her energy drain from her body. She didn't want to think anymore. She curled up into a ball on the ground and rested her face on her knees, her sobs ringing relentlessly through the air.

Listening to her sorrowful bawls behind him, Kayson felt himself hesitate as his steps slowed down again.

For a second, he wanted to turn his head and look back at Miriam.

Annette's shaky hand clung onto his shirt suddenly, and her weak voice called his name again. Kayson looked down to see her hand fall limp. She had fallen unconscious, her head lolling. Her complexion was so pale it was as if she was dead.

"Anne!" Kayson felt his heart jump in fright. His face turned ashen, and he ran faster toward the car.

After carefully setting Annette inside and getting in the driver's seat, he started the engine and whizzed past Miriam, who still hadn't moved from the ground.

The car sped away, and all that was left behind was the sound of its screeching tires and a cloud of foul-smelling exhaust smoke.

The horrible stench felt like a bitter reminder, wrapping around Miriam tightly, almost suffocating the air out of her lungs.

She kept her head on her knees and didn't dare watch the car leave as if that would make it worse. Instead, she hugged herself tightly and whimpered like an injured stray animal.

Patricia remained silent, watching the horrible scene play out. She felt remorse for Miriam. If she hadn't had to stay by Miriam's side to take care of her, she would have given Kayson the beating he deserved.

When Miriam arrived at the hospital, the sun had already set, and the evening sky had lit up.

She looked in a miserable state. Her hair was messy, her eyes swollen, and her nose red from crying so hard.

The wound wasn't serious, but the skin around it was peeling and gruesome. And her ankle was in a much more dire state. She damaged a hamstring in her leg and required at least a month's rest for a full recovery.

Patricia stayed by her side to support her and helped her deal with all the trivial procedures at the hospital. Then, she went to purchase some warm food for Miriam. When she returned, she saw Miriam lying awake in the hospital bed.

The fluorescent hospital light illuminated her gaunt, delicate features, making her look even more pale and fragile. She was gazing out the window, her eyes full of empty loneliness.

Her eyes were so sad. It looked as though she had been rejected and isolated from this beautiful world.

Patricia sighed silently and approached the bed with the meal. "Miriam, have some food. Then you can get some rest."

Miriam didn't turn to look at her. Still gazing pitifully at the evening sky out the window, she murmured a reply so softly that it could have been mistaken for the wind.

"I'm not hungry. Patricia, please, help me find a lawyer. I... I need to file divorce papers."

In a different hospital, Kayson was standing in front of a window, his tall silhouette outlined by the bright city lights outside. He gazed at them, lost in thought.

His handsome features, sharp and austere, were reflected in the glass. His emotions were masked well beneath his cold expression.

"Kayson." Annette called his name after she came out of the bathroom.

Kayson didn't move as if he hadn't heard her.

Annette's eyes hardened for a moment, and her eyebrows furrowed. Kayson had been acting strange ever since Miriam brought up the divorce.

It seemed Kayson cared about his marriage more than she had initially thought.

Annette bit her lip hard, her mind racing. Then, she put on an innocent face and approached him, feigning worry. She said softly, "Kayson, Miriam seemed set on divorcing you. How about you let me explain things to her? What happened today was my fault. I should've controlled my feelings for you. If it weren't for me, Miriam wouldn't have asked for a divorce."

"Explain what?" Kayson turned his head slightly to look at her and sneered. "Why do I owe her an explanation for anything? A divorce is exactly what I want."

Kayson spoke firmly and stressed every word with an air of defiance. But there seemed to be other emotions laced in his disdainful tone.

Annette sensed it, though she tried her best not to show it on her face. She felt uneasy, and she had to ensure nothing would go wrong. She reached out and took Kayson's arm. "Will you marry me after you divorce her?"